PROPMAN -Return to the origin- 3

"Gooooooooo!"

Propman's eyes caught a nostalgic sight.

A sea of turf, desolate but unforgettable.

The halfway line where he had fought so hard.

The goal posts rising in the distance.

The rugby field in the center of the quarantine zone was the place where Onuma had chased the oval ball many times and basked in the glory of victory.

However, the propman's nostalgia for his youth was cut off by a certain feeling.

"You ...!"

Senkyo looked up from beneath the hero's body.

It had a round, fat little body with a cunning look in its eyes.

There was no doubt.

This deformity was the Senkyo that Onuma had missed on the day of Kato's death.

"We meet at last, My name is Enrei."

Senkyo, who calls himself Enrei, speaks to the propman in fluent Japanese without the aid of a translation device.

Onuma's anger and sense of justice flares up in the face of his nemesis.

Whether it is to defeat or capture, the hero's heart ignites instantly and his overwhelming prowess is put to use.

It was supposed to happen.

"Oooooh!"

The PROPMAN's body did not move.

Onuma felt as if 'a certain sensation' was fixing his own body like a stake from the inside.

"Mr. Kento Onuma. I am sorry for the sudden invitation today. As my breeding partner."

Breeding partner.

With these words, Propman realizes the true nature of the 'a certain sensation' that binds him from the inside.

"It's impossible ...!"

Unable to believe the delayed realization, Onuma looked down at the source of the sensation and saw what he saw.

It was the sight of his own penis impaled in the slit between the legs of a Senkyo named Enrei.

The destination of the DG trap.

It was the vagina of a different species.

"Please rest assured. I am a reproductive species, a species that can only conceive and bear children. I do not even have the power to attack you."

The Senkyo identified so far have no reproductive organs, and their method of reproduction is unknown.

But they form groups through a division of labor, dividing their roles like some insects.

This Enrei was like the queen bee in a swarm of bees, so to speak.

" Oh! Such! Oh, oh, oh, ohhh!"

Of course, the PROPMAN never understood that new fact.

That he was physically connected to his enemy.

That he was now feeling sexual pleasure from his enemy's vagina.

The unbelievable and unforgivable humiliation was driving Kento Onuma crazy.

He would pull out his own phallus right now and crush this lewd different species.

Otherwise, he would never be able to wipe away such humiliation.

But,

"Ooooh! Oh! You! Ohhhh!"

Propman cannot escape from the womb of a different species.

It felt too good.

Enrei's vagina wriggled her plump labia, torturing the PROPMAN's extremely thick meat rod inside its vagina in a way that could be seen from the outside.

The pleasure was like having one's own phallus chewed and devoured by a toothless mouth.

Onuma unconsciously thrust his hips forward, depositing all of the man into the womb of a different species, down to his pubic hairline.

"Resistance is futile. I know the hero's fierce desire to breed."

At first glance, the PROPMAN, properly clad in a rugby-jersey-type suit, appears to be holding down the diminutive Senkyo with his massive body.

However, the reality is different.

The hero and the different species of creature are closely connected at the waist with a gigantic meat stick protruding from the side of the rugby pants, making a lewd sound similar to mastication.

"Against your wife, you only satisfy her one-sidedly with your fingers. For that, you insert your penis into the obscene contraption at your place of business and ejaculate five to six times daily."

"Nah, what the ...... gooooooooooooooooo!"

A hero's sexual situation that his enemies could not possibly know about.

Enrei smiles a sneer and pulls out an item, adding more confusion on top of the PROPMAN's confusion.

"Why do you have that ......!"

The enemy showed Onuma a rectangular object.

It was a memento of Kato, whom Onuma was supposed to carry around with him at all times.

"It's an omamori that belonged to one of your friends. Were you surprised? Why do you think I have the same object?"

The different species that completely see through the questions of the hero.

It was proof that everything was in the palm of this Senkyo's hand.

"It's easy. This one is a memento of your real companion. The one you were holding on to was an information-gathering device I created on the spur of the moment with my fabricator."

On that day when Onuma awoke as a PROPMAN, Enrei had a plan in the face of the overwhelming violence wielded by the hero.

Knowing the importance that human culture attaches to the possessions of the dead in life, Enrei turned to Kato's amulet.

Activated fabricator and created an information gathering device.

The device resembles Kato's own talisman in appearance and replaces it with the real one.

Onuma, unaware of this, carries it everywhere.

In the sanctuary of the couple's bedroom, in the room where the heroes get their semen squeezed out of them, and even in the restroom of the train station where they get off halfway through a train ride because he is so horny he can't control it.

"We are now on the verge of extinction due to your savage prowess. But I have learned of you heroes' extraordinary desire to reproduce, and I have an idea. No, you say you have received a revelation. Heroes are the stallions on which we will flourish."

"......!"

It was the first time he had ever stumbled over his words in anger.

The fact that Onuma had been carrying around a piece of malice of different species on his skin for 20 years.

It was a viciousness that took advantage of his feelings for the dead and even intruded into the private lives of his heroes.

It was beyond the limits of Onuma's mildness to show mercy even to the different species that had killed his friends.

"Screw you!"

A magma-like rage runs through every vein in his body, swelling his muscles.

Propman's final counterattack explodes.

It was supposed to happen.

"How much more despicable can you get away with...! Goooooo!"

An obscene sticking sound, comparable to a wild yell, echoes through the field.

Foaming droplets splatter from the PROPMAN's and the different species' joints.

Enrei was not yet serious.

Numerous folds, reminiscent of lewd marine creatures, were licking and gouging and devouring Kento Onuma's man core.

"ohhh! Oh, oh, oh! Ohhhh!"

Onuma had no idea why.

He had lived for more than 40 years as a man who had bitten off both sweet and sour feelings.

Onuma's body interpreted the sensation, which he had never experienced in his life, as a shock like a high-voltage electric current.

After a few seconds of delay, he realized that his lower body was performing a smooth and intense piston movement, like an endless orbit.

Then, Onuma finally understood.

He realized that what penetrated through his phallus and went through his whole body was an intense sexual pleasure.

"Oooooh! This can't be it! Oh, it's that mucus! You coward! Oh, oh, oh, oh!"

His body from the navel down is driven against his will.

Every time he pulls out to the crown of his glans and drives it into his pubic hairline, the male's pleasure gushes out.

Unable to comprehend or tolerate his condition, the PROPMAN howls that it's all the result of a vile trap set by the different species.

He believes that the mucus in the rubble of the cave has medicinal properties that increase the man's arousal.

"It's just a kind of lotion that I applied in the rubble. I am delicate and my body gets damaged by rough sex like you do."

"Ugh, don't lie to me! All of this is your...!"

"No, it's true, as you will find out later. The only reason you are having sex with me now is because of your sexual desire!

"...!"

Onuma considered himself a rational person.

Of course, he admits to having a strong sexual desire, but he prided himself on being able to control it well enough.

But what if we look at it objectively?

From the time of his first ejaculation until now, when he is over 40 years old, he has always had a burning desire to ejaculate in his lower abdomen.

He looked for a chance to masturbate every chance he got, and if he got a woman, he always wanted her body when he was not eating, sleeping, or playing rugby.

When he got married and his wife was pregnant, he couldn't wait to have another baby.

He devoured the pleasure of vaginal ejaculation until his wife, exhausted by her husband's raging sexual desire, told him that she had reached her limit.

Of course, Kento Onuma is a man of character who is trusted by all, but he is also a male beast dripping with the desire to reproduce.

Chosen men do not need to develop an understanding of self.

They have no opportunity to objectify themselves because they are never stopped by setbacks.

Onuma thought he knew everything about himself.

In reality, however, he was completely ignorant of his half of himself.

"Oh, no! Oh, no! That can't be! Ooooh! Ohhhhhh!"

Onuma's words, no longer even an argument, are interrupted by the pleasure of having his glans tortured by Enrei's cervix.

Onuma's hairy anus and perineum begin to twitch suspiciously under the rugby pants-type suit that clings to his thick buttocks.

"There's nothing strange about it. Because isn't it?"

Enrei's eyes narrow as he feels the strong odor and heat of a male in heat.

Enrei is intoxicated by the pleasure of the thick male reproductive organs that are busily moving in and out of his womb, increasing in hardness and diameter with each passing moment.

"It seems that you have been lamenting the death of your friends for quite some time, but in spite of that, you have been mating, marrying, and having children with the female, haven't you?"

"...!"

Onuma was at a loss for words.

It was undeniably his true feelings that he was saddened by Kato's death.

But even in the midst of his grief, Onuma was always searching for a woman who could accept his manhood, conceive a child, and give birth to a child.

Once he found the woman of his instincts, his current wife, he courted her, even if a little forcefully, and had her give birth to three boys as soon as they were married.

He is confident that he has been able to make his wife and children happy.

However, for the first time, Kento Onuma was confronted with his true identity as a male.

"Well, that's ......!"

He had no choice.

His body told him to embrace women.

His testes commanded him to procreate.

The 'curse' that grows stronger the more male the male is, outweighs both anger and sadness.

Enrei, who had been collecting information about the hero, realized the truth before anyone else did.

"You don't seem to know anything about yourself. For example, yes... That you like to make babies and you can't help it..."

"What? Ooooooh! Ohhhhhhh! Like this! Ohhhhhh!"

Something snaps inside Propman.

The quality of the piston movement of the hero's huge body changes.

The movement is clearly not to satisfy the woman or to enjoy sex.

It was a desperate, pitiful use of his hips to achieve the purpose for which he was born into this world.

"From a moment ago, when you hear words that remind me of vaginal ejaculation or pregnancy, your penis in my womb becomes thicker. It gets harder. It gets hotter and the pulsation gets stronger."

"No, not ......! ah! Ohhhh!"

It was pointless to be stubborn while having the most honest part of a man sucked into the womb of his enemy.

The blood vessels emerged strongly on the PROPMAN's ultra-thick meat rod that punched through the innermost part of Enrei's vagina.

A mixture of the hero's secretions and those of the different species splashed onto the turf and stained Onuma's thick chest.

"The more excited a man gets, the better it feels to ejaculate, doesn't it? Then I'll explain it to you."

Enrei touches the base of Hero's penis, which is piercing his vagina like crazy.

He sniffs the strong body odor of the hero, who is fully poised to reproduce, and puts his face close to the thick neck.

"Now this penis is going to feel so good, so good, you're going to reach orgasm."

"Ugh! Shut up! Oh no! Oh, no! Aaaaahhh!"

The whispers of the different species tickling his ears make the PROPMAN imagine his climax.

A helpless horniness spreads over the righteous man's huge body.

If he were to orgasm inside this slutty hole, how much wicked pleasure would come over him?

"Then your big testicles, which are now pounding my ass, and the sperm that you are making in this greedy organ, will run up your ductus deferens.... They mix with the secretions from your seminal vesicles and run through the interior of your penis while violently stimulating the gate of male pleasure, the ejaculatory duct."

"Ohhhh! No! Oh! No, stop it! Don't say it! Ohhhhhh!"

Onuma's huge testicles, which he had never been aware of before, tingled.

A sweet numbness fills the depths of his pubic bone as he is pointed out the gate of male pleasure for the first time.

"Ahhhhh! OHHHHH!"

And finally the big hairy ball in the PROPMAN's crotch rises.

The ammunition magazine of male lust, with the safety off, tightens itself and pushes the sperm cannonball upward and upward.

"And where Propman's semen is ejected... It is my womb. The obscene reproductive secretions that you have made with your testicles will be sprayed into the chamber of my life."

"Ohhhh! In your womb! My! Ohhhhhh! No! No! Don't do that! oooohhhh...!"

The PROPMAN, who was described as a muscle tank, is made to imagine interspecies mating and rises to the height of his rut.

As Enrei whispers, a plethora of spermatozoa trample Ohnuma's seminal ducts, battering the hero's gate of pleasure from the inside out.

Of course, the hero resists.

He tries to suppress the rapturous impulse that unites life with life through a sense of responsibility, through chastity, through human morality.

But somewhere in his heart, Onuma knew.

His own body has already crossed the irreversible point of MAN.

"Then your sperm will push through my fallopian tubes in search of my eggs. And then..."

"Noooooooooooooooo! Damn it! I am! I'm going to cum inside of my enemy! Ohhhhh! Forgive me! Forgive me!

A past of unforgettable regret.

The whispered future of humiliation.

And the present, trampled by the pleasure, becomes one deep inside the PROPMAN's pubic bone.

In the pleasure of his total defeat as a male, Kento Onuma thrusts his own huge male organ into the dead end of the different species' baby pot.

At that moment, our hero released his entire life into his enemy's vagina.